“Well what?” Belinda replied.“Why are you here?”“Did you know I was going out with Henry?”“No… But he’s…”“…Married? Yes. He ...s. He told me that he was separated and... It doesn’t matter what he told me. He lied. He was using me and we broke up two weeks ago. He intended to be at the party with his wife. That’s why I don’t want to be there. I might make a scene and tell her what a bastard he is.”“I’m sorry, Belinda.”“Sorry for what, Alan? Sorry that you’re probably the only one in the whole. And I wasn’t about to disappoint this fine creature!I stepped into the house and into her arms as well. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into a soft, passionate kiss. Her lips were full, sweet, and inviting and I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth sucking on it and tasting the lustful desire she had already.She moaned as we came together and I felt her arms tighten around my neck, wanting more of me. Her tongue emerged from between those soft ruby lips and begged me to take it. She was in class X and I was in class VII (at different schools) when we had met first. As I have already mentioned, she was buxom, very pretty, delightfully voluptuous, and perhaps an inch taller than me, while I was a skinny and diminutive kid. Yet there was a strong charge of excitement and intense lust between us from the day one. Our age difference looked much greater due to our different levels of outward physical maturity and therefore no one in my or her family really bothered at our. More than that, her adult daughter, whowas with her, was going put some make up on me.I was really nervous, but also more than a little excited about thisopportunity. I was determined to not chicken out and to go through withthis. Pat was right yesterday when she said if I had ever wanted todress up as a woman, this was a perfect chance. She had told me thather sister had dated a crossdresser and gave me the opportunity toconfess that I was a crossdresser also. I didn't confess to her but.